Page 49 of Catching Feels

She’s back to glaring at me.

“I was outside, you had it on speaker. Wasn’t trying to be a creep.”

“Yet, here we are.” And pissed, super pissed.

I wish it wasn’t turning me on.

“You were privy to my family shit tonight, with Amira’s storytelling.”

“Oh, please, don’t compare being grounded over panties to our fathers’ deplorable actions.”

Was deeper than panties, but … “Fine, you win. Does Roman know he hits you up for money?”

“No, and he better not find out.”

“Then you better not give him anymore.” I stand.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do because we boned.”

I need to get the fuck out of here.

“Not telling you what to do. I heard you tell him you wouldn’t. So, be a good girl, and?—”

“Get out.” She steps up to me and pushes on my chest. “Go.”

“We still have to discuss how to handle the Rome situation.”

“There will be no Rome situation, if you go—now.”

She’s fucking cute, but … “My loyalty’s to him.”

What she does next blows my fucking mind.

She grips my sac—pretty fucking hard, too—as she leans in and says, “You more loyal to him … or your balls?” She releases them and steps back. “You tell him, I’ll find a way to rid you of them. I tell him, I won’t have to find a way—he’ll do it.”

I swallow down a golf-ball-sized lump in my throat then rebut her statement, “He’s a reasonable guy; he’ll understand.”

“You wanna bet your balls on that?”

“Not tonight. I have a game to prepare for.”

“White sage?” she asks.

“No.”

She glances down at my growing erection. “Might wanna take care of that. You might roll over and break it right?—”

“That’s so fucked up,” I hiss, my balls tightening up.

She reaches past me and opens the door. “Then make sure you watch your step. It’s not a pogo stick.”

“Your concern for my dick is unsettling.”

“So was your concern for subject two,” she says, and I know she’s itching for me to volley it back.

“I don’t have time for this debate. I have a game to prepare for.”

“So you’ve said.” She nods toward the door. “Ba-bye.”

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